Our life in the foothills of Calaveras County, California. The pond is at the center of everything. In case we should forget, the bullfrogs yell it out all summer long. A noisy place, but home.

Pond!

Monday, March 31, 2014

Rain and Sunset

This afternoon it rained. Actually, for about one and half hours, it poured. Cats and dogs sort of rain. Midway through the storm, I pulled on my boots, put on my coat, found my umbrella and then the dogs and I went for a walk. It was glorious.

The pond is, ever so slowly, gaining in volume. There are two mallard ducks who seem to have taken up residence there.

The lower creek is almost flowing.

Sadly, the rain stopped just as we were about to get the runoff from the hillsides that capture the water and get the creeks to rushing downwards.

I came back inside and sat down at my computer to do some work. Then a bright glow gleaming through the window over my shoulder made me look around.

And there it was. The most beautiful sunset I have ever seen on the last day of March.

Or maybe it's the most beautiful sunset I've ever seen. It hardly matters. It was glorious.

Five minutes later, the sun slid behind the hills and the colors had faded to a soft violet.

About Me

My husband and I live in a small house by a small pond that is just past the first and smallest foothill of the mighty Sierra Nevada Mountains of California. Our nearest town has the rather large name of Copperopolis, but the town itself is also very small. During the school year I drive my small car down into the valley to teach 4th grade at – you guessed it – a smallish school. On both a grand and a personal scale, life is too short and too miraculous to be taken for granted. This chronicle of our life here at Frogpond Acres is one way for me to remain mindful and appreciative of the many not-so-small wonders and blessings that surround us.